Scary Englishman
-Hey
-Do you want your damn clothes back?
I stared at my phone, my lips pressing into a thin line. I was in the middle of my morning walk when the vibrating phone paused my progress. I hadn't been expecting anyone to talk to me this early in the morning, not with everyone seeming to be late sleepers. It had been several days since I last seen England, sulking in my kitchen after a night of foolish choices. In truth, I hadn't expected to hear from him again, let alone get the clothes I let him borrow back from him. But here I was, staring at my phone, being asked by England if I wanted my clothes back.
Scary Englishman
-Hey
-Do you want your damn clothes back?
It would be an inconvenience for you to return them. I have no qualms in you keeping them. –
There, that should do it. My texting skills had improved much to the practice with Prussia and with a friend of his; a country named Canada. The Prussian had been visiting Canada the day after his party with Italy and the others and wanted to introduce the quiet Canadian to me, and me to him. I liked talking to Canada. He wasn't as wound up and 'awesome' as Prussia was, nor did he seem intimidating or sullen as like other countries. He seemed rather soft spoken, a trait that often left him go unnoticed, as he explained to me. Yet, he was rather intelligent and friendly, almost a polar opposite to Prussia's rash and outspoken personality.
I wouldn't mind meeting up with him in person.
I settled down on a bench for a break, the cold metal seeping through my clothing. I shivered slightly, pulling my jacket closer to myself to retain what little heat I gave off. The phone in my hand buzzed again, causing me to ignore my plight for a second to glance over the message.
Scary Englishman
-Hey
-Do you want your damn clothes back?
It would be an inconvenience for you to return them. I have no qualms in you keeping them. –
-Whatever.
Well, I supposed that could've have gone better, but I was glad England wasn't arguing it with me. He seemed like a person who would yell and grumble until he got his way, or if his way didn't get implemented he would complain about whatever method that had been used. He didn't seem to be like a very cheerful person. However, the memory of the tears dripping down his dirty face in his drunken stupor tugged at my heartstrings. There was a friendly side to him, I knew, but he didn't put much effort into letting it show.
And there was little that I could do to help him.
I leaned back against the bench, my eyes gazing up at the sky. There were only a few fluffy clouds lurking in the sky above, the sun slowly rising up from behind the buildings. Yet, the warm sun had yet to warm things up, and so everything was still a bit chilly. I couldn't wait until the warmer season started, though winter never lasted long in Italy. Soon it'll be hot and the tourists will return and everything will be back to normal like it should be.
The vibrating phone in my hand stirred me from my thoughts, a sigh escaping my lips as I lifted the phone up to read the message. I was a bit surprised that it wasn't the Englishman that had sent this message, but rather it was a number I didn't recognize or have in my contacts.
(111)232231…
-When's your birthday?
I stared at the screen for a long time, not really comprehending what was written there. Why would someone ask for my birthday? It was just a normal day for me, mostly spent alone. No one had asked about my birthday in years. The only reason why I remembered my birthday was for papers and forms. I frowned, my brows furrowing as I thought. Now that I think about it, my birthday was… tomorrow. I flicked out of the message to look at the time and date. Yes, tomorrow would be my birthday. Time sure flew by. It wouldn't hurt to reply back, I suppose.
(111)232231…
-When's your birthday?
February 11, why? –
I waited for a reply, but after around ten minutes without a word I sighed, tucking the device away and rose from my seat. I decided to wander around the streets for a few more blocks before I decided to head back for home. As I walked, I thought about what I would do once I got back. I had enough ingredients to make some toffee. The candy would get sort of stiff in the colder weather, but at least it wouldn't get sticky from the heat. I nodded at the thought as I entered my home, shutting the cold air out behind the door.
Leaving my jacket on, I ventured into the kitchen, taking out the ingredients and tools I needed to make the candy. I was measuring out some sugar when my phone buzzed again. Setting down the measuring cup I pulled out my phone, my eyes narrowing slightly. Okay, this was getting sort of weird. Usually I would have messages come to me from the same person, but today it seemed that everyone wanted to talk to me. Right now I had the third person text me- Hungary. And she had a strange question.
Hungary
-What would you put on chocolate cake?
I chewed on my lower lip in thought. The very thought of chocolate cake made my stomach gurgle. I had a taste for chocolate, but I did my best not to get too attached to it. It would turn very bad very fast if all I ate was chocolate. Slowly I typed out my message to her and sent it.
Hungary
-What would you put on chocolate cake?
Whipped cream and strawberries. The colors would accent the dark color of the chocolate.-
I didn't have to wait long for a reply back.
Hungary
-What would you put on chocolate cake?
Whipped cream and strawberries. The colors would accent the dark color of the chocolate.-
-Oh, okay! ;) Thanks!
With the messaging ending at that I began to work on making my toffee. I left the phone sitting on the counter as I worked, too engrossed in making sure the candy didn't burn that I didn't notice my phone vibrating. It was only after I knew that my toffee wasn't in immediate danger of turning black when I checked up on my phone for the time, surprised to see yet another message there, or rather, a series of messages from the same person.
Prussia
-Hey Vati! Guess who's awesome?
-Me! That's who!
-You must be busy or something to not reply to the awesome me.
-That's cool, no worries about it.
-Oh, btw, you want to chill at my place sometime?
-Like, tomorrow?
-West will be MIA and I'm going to be all alone.
-Though my awesome self will keep me company!
-Though, awesome likes to share company, right?
I shook my head at the texts, a twitch of a smile appearing in the corner of my lips. I was a bit surprised Prussia would be up this early, but he seemed to be in a rather cheerful mood. I really had nothing to do tomorrow, and I really did owe Prussia for coming to visit me when I was ill.
Prussia
…
-Though my awesome self will keep me company!
-Though, awesome likes to share company, right?
I'm sure the saying goes 'misery loves company'.-
But I am not busy tomorrow. I have no problem in visiting you.-
Although I will need some directions, if you don't mind.-
And apologies for not replying so soon. I was busy making toffee. -
It was only a few seconds before a shower of texts came hailing my way. I did my best to reply as fast as I could.
Prussia
…
Although I will need some directions, if you don't mind.-
And apologies for not replying so soon. I was busy making toffee. –
-Toffee? Awesome! Bring some with you.
-And pack for a few days! Germany's going to be gone longer than I thought!
-How awesome is that?
Oh, I suppose that is awesome.-
I hope you asked him if I could be there-
-Of course I did! Are you doubting my awesomeness?
No, I do not doubt it. But please remember to send me directions before you forget.-
A few more random replies were sent to me before I ever got the directions. It gave me time to find a piece of paper and a pencil to scribble down the address and directions. I didn't want to end up wandering aimlessly in Germany. Although I wasn't expecting to be staying for a 'few days', and I had no idea how long was that in Prussia's dictionary, but I did very little, so I had little trouble making room in my seemingly boring schedule for this trip. Italy would be happy that I got out of the house.
Italy and I were on better speaking terms, now. It seemed that the meeting incident had long been forgotten by the other Italian, but it sometimes comes back to haunt me at random occasions. We sometimes set up times to visit each other, or meet up at some café somewhere. It was nice, seeing that Italy was starting to feel less and less anxious around me, not like he had been all those years ago when I was a different man.
After tucking my toffee away in a safe container after they cooled, I ventured up the staircase to start gathering a few things for my visit to Prussia's place. I didn't have a lot to pack with only two sets of clothing, both identical. All the different clothing had gone to dressing England. Perhaps I should buy a few different pieces of attire when I go. Prussia lived with Germany, which meant clothing was going to be slightly different from the Italian favorites here. I should ask Prussia for some help in the clothing choices. I didn't want to pick up something that would be a bit… strange…
I put a few things in a small bag, tucking it in the corner to keep it out of the way as I sat down on the bed, gazing at my phone. Prussia had continued to text me, so I messaged him back, talking a little about random things. I had to help him find his left sock, for apparently he couldn't find it at all and wearing odd socks would be 'unawesome'. I eventually concluded that the sock either had to be in the dryer or was lost somewhere in the kitchen, as those were the only places Prussia hadn't looked. He swore up and down that it wasn't in the kitchen at all, for Germany would be pissed if he found any article of the older brother's clothing anywhere near the food. He eventually found it in the dryer, stuck to a shirt.
We ended up talking for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon, where he ended the messaging for Germany was apparently demanding him to clean his room. The rest of the afternoon went uneventful and no new messages. I didn't mind. It was peaceful, sitting by the window soaking up some sunlight as I read a book. Perhaps I should pick up a language learning book on German when I visiting Prussia. A new language would be nice, and I had only the vaguest words that I knew that were in German.
I sighed softly, gazing out of the window at the blue sky above. Prussia was nice, but he really would be hard for me to deal with. He was so… out there… and I preferred being on my two feet on the ground. Maybe it'd be good for me, having to be with someone who was far from my own personality for a little while. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long- I didn't want to go bat crazy.
February 11, 1929- the Lateran Treaty was signed, creating Vatican City and gaining independence from the Kingdom of Italy. Also known as Vatican's B-Day. Which is tomorrow.
Which I will get off my lazy butt and actually type something for his birthday.